A Slave to Love

Mo Shenbai felt strong and warm emotions surging from the depths of his heart at this moment. He lowered his head, and the corners of his lips could not help but curl up.

Xu Jialu saw the smile on Mo Shenbai's face and said unhappily, "Why are you smiling? Don't gloat in front of me!"

Mo Shenbai adjusted his expression before he said, "Let's go."

"Huh?"

"Play squash."

Xu Jialu was briefly stunned. When he recovered, he rose to his feet and said energetically, "Come on! Long live socialism! Let's defeat the unscrupulous capitalist!"

…

The sun was setting in the west, and Moon Pavilion was bathed in its light.

Xie Tingxi held Xie Yumu's hand as they walked into the house. Xie Yumu shook off his hand and threw himself into Xu Youyou's arms.

"Godmother, I miss you so much!" Xie Yumu said sweetly.

Xu Youyou pinched Xie Yumu's cheek and asked, "Do you miss me or do you miss the delicious food I make?"